Page 42 of Macon

My mind runs rampant with so many holy shit and what the fuck thoughts.

“Stop thinking and relax. We have a long ride. You need to sleep.”

I don’t say anything for a few minutes, but I can’t help myself. “I thought you were having a bad dream.”

Mac starts caressing my hair, moving his hand down to my arm, leg, and back up. He does this a couple more times before I finally relax. I try not to imagine how I’d feel if I wasn’t fully clothed. His touch probably would ignite something in me I wouldn’t be able to control.

I’m a horrible person if my sister truly does like him. But goddamn, I can see why. I’ve only known him a few days and I’m swooning over him. Fuck!

“No, it was actually the first time it wasn’t bad, but it did involve you,” he murmurs into the back of my head as he nuzzles into my hair more.

“Me? Why me?” I ask, intrigued.

He takes a big sniff of my hair and moves his body closer, rubbing up to my backside, letting me feel his arousal. “This fucking hair of yours. You have no idea what it does to me.”

I turn slightly to him, trying to put some room between us, and ask, “My hair? You like my hair?”

He chuckles and moves me back into place effortlessly, pinning me to him. “Yes, this fucking red hair is my undoing. Now, go to sleep, or I’m going to fuck you here and now. Regardless of who you are.”

I shut my mouth and let my mind have a field day with that comment.

He wants to fuck me because of my hair.

I smile to myself.

Jesus Christ, this woman drives me crazy. I’m trying to stay focused but fuck me having her body up against mine has me hard as a fucking rock.

I’m all over the place with different emotions. We’ve been riding all day, and the few stops we’ve made, she’s been quiet. She hasn’t complained once about being on the back of a bike for so many hours. At one of the stops, she was massaging her ass cheeks, and it took everything in me not to do it for her.

When Sin announced she wasn’t Ray, I freaked out. I knew it wasn’t Ray, but my brain had to take a minute to make sure it wasn’t Ray. Once my lips tasted hers, I got lost in everything that was Sin. Even though they are identical, Sin is so much more.

Sin’s kiss was utterly sinful, and the chemistry between us was off the charts.

Fuck! This is all messed up!

Waking up with Sin in my arms was like heaven. That fire engine red hair cascading over my chest had my cock hard all morning.

We have a few more hours until we’re in New York. I need to clear the air before we hit the clubhouse. Fuck that. I need to touch her now before the chaos starts.

I grab her hand, squeezing it and getting her attention. “You okay?” I yell back.

She smiles, giving me a nod.

Damn, that red hair flew around like the devil himself was behind me.

I yell back, “We’re going to make our last stop before the home stretch.”

She nodded again, and I signaled Chain, Cash, Wolfe, and Jammer were going to stop.

Once we pull into a gas station, Wolfe barks, “What the fuck? Didn’t we just stop?” I knew he’d be pissy. He likes to ride hard and fast to get to places.

“Need to use the restroom,” I announce.

Wolfe laughs. “She used the restroom not so long ago.”

“I don’t have to use the restroom—he does,” Sin says, pointing at me.

Everyone laughs.

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